I made dinner. Real food. Made with ingredients. And love. It was simple and very good and hopefully I'll continue the trend. Out of my latest issue of Eating Well I made Southwestern Tofu Scramble. Of course, I made about two hundred substitutions, but the concept was there and it was tasty and the kids were happy. Emily said it was the best dinner ever. She only says that because she can't remember the last time I made something real.
As for the sleep issue, well, last night was worse than any of the previous four. I usually fall asleep pretty easily -- but I wake in the middle of the night, often when I hear Martin come in, and then not get back to sleep. Last night I never really fell asleep. A generous estimate would be that I got about ninety minutes of choppy rest. So I'm not so much thinking that the tea drinking is much of a factor. I picked up some valerian today. It's worked for me in the past and I figure at this point, nothing can hurt.
So regardless of how much or how little sleep I get tonight, I'll be right back at the gym tomorrow. It's a yoga day and that makes me very happy. I'll throw in a little running if I get there early enough. I'm getting excited just thinking about it. What kind of sicko am I?